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05/26/09 - (2)
Blur
Over the past ten or twenty or forty years, Ago and eventually Have blended into an incomprehensible senselessness of time.
What I mean by this admission is difficult to define, defend, Precisely because I continue pretending That beginnings and endings are finite, decipherable,
When, in reality, my life has slipped into a hidden dimension, Which not even string-theory conjecturists or Einsteinian relativists Could conceivably model, in warp-speed measurements.
All I do know is that as I grow older, by the nanosecond, Yesterday and tomorrow, orbiting today's disintegrating nucleus, Are more frequently, frenetically accelerating decay,
Taking on the grotesque features of death's identical twins, Degradation and moribundity. Who ever would have guessed I'd be a blur in eternity's eye?
05/26/09 - (2)
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